The trees bloom a light green,
Which can never be unseen,
The birds caw with all their might,
But go to sleep at night,
The wolves howl loudly at the moon,
They signal it will soon be noon,
Who knows whats underneath the forest floor,
All i know is don't go thru that door,
For if you do you'll be dead,
And all will be drenched in red.
-Pikachusin
